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Slave Narrative for a New Millenium
By Jen Serio

You're reading this so most likely you are a slave. I'm sure you don't see yourself as a slave but the odds are overwhelmingly against you whether you see yourself as a slave or not.

Your master is the man you answer to, work for and smother under. Chopped, covered and smothered. No better than the crap you eat.

The only way you see yourself as not a slave is to become like him; to talk about his wants and likes. Talk about how similar you are and say all the things he wants to hear. That's why you're a slave.

Even if you think you aren't, just because he talks at you doesn't mean you're anything to him. See, you are a slave.

The big house looks different except for one part: you're still not allowed in. In fact, the big house is even bigger these days. My, my. . . it's so big you need to blink your eyes two or three hundred times. It's so big you can't see where it begins and where it ends.

Nowadays the mastah and his friends aren't around to look you in the face as they steal, lie and bring disgrace to your whole life.

You never even get to see the mastah, let alone smell him. He's off with the other slaveholders busy trading more slaves. They never stop looking for stronger, harder and cheaper slaves. And if you stop being less than they demand then you're dead. Just like a true servant, you're either a slave or you're dead, though you may not realize it now.

How much did mastah pay for you? What are you worth? Well only he can tell you but he probably got a deal. You thought the harder you worked to try to impress him, the better place you'd get. Little did you know, your house, the one you worked so hard for, isn't worth anything. Let me explain it. Mastah controls what you can do. Unless you are your own mastah (and the odds are against this) you really don't have anything. Everything belongs to the mastah. He can take it all at any time.

Do you want to be a slave? Well, maybe, you guess. Otherwise why wouldn't you put up a fight? You must like it, right? You say there's nothing you can do. You'll get in trouble if mastah catches you working against him? Yes, that's probably true.

You're either a slave or a problem or both. You can't win, so why try?

That's why you're a slave trying to please mastah. You figure if you can't beat him, why not join him. Yes mastah. Whatever you say mastah. You know better mastah.

"No!" you say? You're not a slave? Then why don't you say something to mastah? Oh. . . you're working against mastah but he don't know it, huh? Guess what? You're still a slave. If mastah thinks he's controlling you, you are still a slave. You say it's easier than fighting mastah and getting whipped.

Meanwhile mastah hasn't blinked an eye all the while we've been talking. He's not worried about a thing, least of all you. In fact, he doesn't hear or see you. The only one he sees is himself and the people like him: other slaveholders. You are a slave, like all the rest.

Maybe you should talk to other slaves. It may be interesting to hear their stories. At least take comfort in knowing you're not alone. After all, you just might get an idea or two. Slaves these days don't look like you neither. These days they come in all shapes, colors and creeds. You think It's hard to find other slaves these days. But let me tell you something it's easier to find them than you think. Chances are they're sitting right next to you. Sure, some might be saying they're not slaves but they are. They might not even know it. They might be the ones who think they're just like mastah and they try to look just like him. They say to themselves, "I look like mastah so I can't be a slave!" But they are. These are the dumbest slaves because they think it's easier to be like mastah. They think as long as they look like mastah they can't be no slave.

It's confusing when a lot of slaves start to look like mastah though mastah can tell the difference. There really ain't no difference. We are all slaves. Except for mastah.

Be careful! Slaves sometimes get together to start trouble. Work against the mastah. Are you up for that? Mastah won't like it. You better be sure you're ready? Cause he might beat you down even harder. And then what do you have? What are you trying to prove by acting up? That you're not a slave? Oh, then by all means, act up. You're a slave until you stop acting like one.